Often when the boat begins to sway
An inkling of an echoing
Calling far away.
Anyway but in remiss,
How could we have come to this?
Throw me a rope before I fade away,
Floating down the vein of Intrigue.
What do you call Triumph?
What is apparent in your sadness?
A trumpet roars!
Don't play an actor
Be something more.
Surface shimmers in the nighttime wrinkling,
Depends on who invokes the questioning:
A pro or a con
Either way
Accounted for.
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